Lady Scarlet, the dominant queen and owner of all she surveys, was in the mood for some smutty fun. Today, she had two slaves at her mercy: the toilet and the cleaner. One would eat her shit, while the other one would clean her luscious bottom.
Lady Scarlet sat upon her golden throne, her long red hair cascading down her back like a fiery river. She eyed the two slaves with hungry anticipation, their heads bowed in submission before her. The toilet, a porcelain object of desire, trembled slightly beneath her. It knew its purpose and awaited her command.
Across the room, the cleaner knelt humbly, wearing only a pair of black panties. His muscular frame quivered with eagerness as he awaited his mistress's instructions. He could sense the heady aroma of urine and feces in the air, his nostrils flaring greedily.
"Toilet," Lady Scarlet said in a sultry voice. "Get ready to feast."
The toilet squirmed slightly, its ceramic bowl rattling against the marble floor. It knew what was coming next—Lady Scarlet's delicious treats.
With a flick of her wrist, Lady Scarlet reached over and yanked down the toilet's seat cover. The ceramic vessels inside wobbled violently as she released a torrent of thick, brown shit into its bowl.
"Now," she purred, "eat it all up."
The toilet shuddered and groaned as it began to consume the foul-smelling mound of excrement before it. Lady Scarlet watched with satisfaction as every last bit disappeared down its gullet. She grabbed the metallic goblet that stood beside her throne and filled it with her own intense urine.
"Cleaner," she commanded. "Drink this."
The cleaner rose to his feet, his eyes fixed upon the goblet in Lady Scarlet's hand. His tongue darted out to taste the amber liquid within. It was bitter and pungent, but he knew that he must obey his mistress's every whim. With a single gulp, he swallowed down the entire contents of the goblet.
"Now," Lady Scarlet said, her voice sweetly malicious, "take off those filthy panties and taste the rest of my nectar."
The cleaner did as he was told, slowly pulling down his black panties to reveal his hairless ballsack. Lady Scarlet stepped forward and pressed the dripping goblet against his exposed flesh. He gasped as the warm liquid dripped onto his skin, then gulped down the remaining drops from the goblet.
"Now," Lady Scarlet said, smiling wickedly, "clean my bottom."
The cleaner could feel the sticky wetness of Lady Scarlet's waste on his cheeks. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out tentatively with the tip of his tongue to taste her. The musky flavor was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but it set his senses alight.
He began to lick and clean, his tongue darting in and out of the tight crevice between Lady Scarlet's cheeks. She moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure as he lavished attention upon her most intimate areas.
Finally, satisfied with the cleaner's efforts, Lady Scarlet spoke again. "Toilet," she said. "Your services are no longer needed."
The toilet trembled with excitement at the thought of its impending release. It had served its purpose well and now would be free to return to its normal duties, whatever they might be.
"Cleaner," Lady Scarlet continued, "you have one last task: take all that remains of my waste and consume it."
The cleaner looked down at the sticky mess on the marble floor. It was a disgusting task, but one he knew he must undertake. He bent over and scooped up a handful of the mound, stuffing it into his mouth as fast as he could.
As he swallowed down the last bit, Lady Scarlet leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Which one of you is the luckiest? The one who ate my caviar or the one who cleaned my orifice?"
She straightened up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The cleaner couldn't help but think that perhaps she was testing him, seeing how far he would go to please her. Whatever the case, he knew that he would gladly do anything for such a magnificent mistress.
